Min Yoongi sat in his sleek, modern office, overlooking the city skyline from the top floor of the skyscraper that housed his company, one of the most successful in the world. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the minimalist space, but Yoongi’s focus was on the stack of resumes on his desk. Each one represented a candidate eager to fill the vacant secretary position—though Yoongi had more than just professional qualifications in mind for this role.

He leaned back in his chair, rolling up the sleeves of his designer shirt, exposing the tattoos that curled up his forearms. He wasn’t just another CEO; Yoongi was known for being unpredictable, driven, and always in control. But beneath that cool exterior was a man with desires he kept private—until now.

His friends, fellow CEOs Namjoon, Jin, and Jungkook, knew about his unconventional tastes. They often teased him about it, but none of them had dared to mix business with pleasure like Yoongi planned to.

He picked up the next resume. **Valentina De Luca**, a name that intrigued him. Skimming through her credentials, he noted that she was well-educated, poised, and had a strong background in administration. But it wasn’t just her qualifications that piqued his interest; something about her photograph struck him. She had a quiet strength in her eyes, a sense of mystery, and Yoongi was always drawn to a challenge.

His intercom buzzed, and his current assistant, soon to be replaced, informed him that Valentina had arrived.

“Send her in,” Yoongi replied, his voice low but commanding.

The door to his office opened, and in stepped Valentina. She was dressed professionally, her dark hair pulled back into a neat ponytail, and her outfit—a simple black blazer and pencil skirt—was polished, yet understated. Her heels clicked softly on the marble floor as she approached, maintaining eye contact with Yoongi. Confident, but not cocky. Perfect.

“Mr. Min,” she greeted, offering a slight bow as she sat down. Her voice was calm, but Yoongi could sense a flicker of nerves beneath the surface.

“Valentina,” Yoongi responded, his sharp gaze assessing her as he leaned forward. “Thank you for coming in today.”

“Thank you for the opportunity,” she replied smoothly, meeting his eyes with unwavering focus.

Yoongi paused for a moment, letting the silence stretch between them. He had always believed that how someone handled silence was more telling than anything they could say. Valentina didn’t fidget or shift uncomfortably. Instead, she sat there, waiting, poised.

“I’ve reviewed your resume,” Yoongi said finally. “Your qualifications are impressive. You’ve worked in demanding environments, handled high-level tasks, and you seem capable of managing the complexities of this position.”

Valentina nodded, her expression serious. “I’ve always thrived in high-pressure situations. I understand that as your secretary, I’ll need to anticipate your needs and ensure everything runs smoothly.”

Yoongi leaned back, considering her words. “You understand that working for me requires a certain… commitment?”

“Of course,” she replied without hesitation.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the corner of his mouth lifted in the faintest smirk. “I’m not just referring to the usual responsibilities of a secretary, Valentina. I’m talking about my personal needs as well.”

Her expression didn’t falter, but Yoongi noticed the slight shift in her posture—just enough to tell him she was curious.

“I’m not one for sugarcoating things, so let’s be direct,” Yoongi continued, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. “I have interests outside the usual professional boundaries. I require someone who is not only capable of managing my affairs but is also open-minded. Someone who can satisfy both the demands of this office and… my personal preferences.”

He watched her carefully, waiting for a reaction. Valentina’s lips parted slightly, but her composure remained intact.

“And what might those personal preferences entail, Mr. Min?” she asked softly, her tone curious but not judgmental.

Yoongi’s smirk grew. She was bold, and he liked that.

“I’m talking about BDSM,” he said plainly, not beating around the bush. “Do you have any experience with that world, or at the very least, do you have thoughts on it?”

Valentina blinked, her expression unreadable for a brief moment. Then, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “I don’t have any personal experience with BDSM,” she admitted, “but I’ve read about it, and I find the power dynamics interesting.”

Yoongi leaned forward again, his eyes darkening with interest. “Interesting? How so?”

Valentina crossed her legs, her gaze never leaving his. “It’s about trust, isn’t it? The exchange of control and surrender. It’s not just about dominance for the sake of it—it’s about understanding your partner’s boundaries, desires, and needs. There’s a level of intimacy in that kind of relationship that can’t be found elsewhere.”

Her response caught Yoongi off guard in the best possible way. He had expected hesitation, or maybe even rejection, but here she was, speaking about his world as if she understood the intricacies without having set foot inside.

“Very well said,” Yoongi replied, his voice low and approving. “You’ve surprised me, Valentina. Most people don’t grasp the essence of it so quickly.”

She shrugged slightly, though her smile remained. “I’m not most people, Mr. Min.”

Yoongi felt a surge of excitement at her words. This was what he had been looking for—someone who could challenge him intellectually and intrigue him on a deeper level.

“You’ll start tomorrow,” he said decisively. “We’ll begin with your professional duties, but we’ll gradually explore other avenues as well. If at any point you feel uncomfortable, you’ll let me know. I expect honesty and openness in all things.”

Valentina nodded, her expression firm. “I understand.”

As she rose to leave, Yoongi couldn’t resist one final test. “Before you go, one last question,” he said, his eyes locking onto hers. “If I asked you to submit to me, how would you respond?”

For the first time during the entire interview, Valentina’s composure wavered, just slightly. A hint of color rose to her cheeks, but her gaze remained steady.

“I would consider it, Mr. Min,” she replied softly, her voice filled with a subtle challenge. “But only if I believed you had earned my trust.”

Yoongi’s heart raced at her response. This was going to be very interesting.

“Fair enough,” he said, nodding in approval. “We’ll see if I can earn that trust.”

With that, Valentina turned and left the office, her footsteps echoing down the hallway. Yoongi leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

The game had just begun.